Special Edition- *My Life in Two PODS"
The move was piecemeal. At this point, we emptied the house on LI and stored everything in the garage at the farmhouse until our house was ready.
6/6/20262 min read
I couldn't call this an installment of "Life on the Farm" because no one considers Patchogue a farm (except maybe a homegrown jackrabbit that doesn't know any better). I also need to give kudos to Brian for the title. As
always, he plucked the thought right from my head while we gaped into the second of 2 PODS containing 1600 cubic feet of all of our "last minute stuff". I felt compelled to put his phrase on paper (or hard drive as it IS
the Paper of the New Millennium!)
For those of you who don't yet know what a POD is, visit www.pods.com. Its an ingenious invention, I highly recommend it. Its like a giant container that you pack up but get professionally shipped.
So, we packed up the rest of my house. The one I bought when I was lonely and desperate and looking for a way out of my "all work and no love" lifestyle. Its the end of an era with so many names....it could be the
"Spinster in Training Era" or the "Are You Insane to Buy Such A Piece of Shit Era?". I didn't realize it at the time but I needed to make room in my life for the family I longed for. So I got myself some space to move around
in, some land that I planted retarded amounts of mint on and a wreath shaped like a heart for the front door to attract love.
If I had known doing those 3 things would bring me all the blessings I prayed for...I would have done it much sooner.
I don't consider myself a dirty person but oooo-whee the monster dust bunnies you find when you move out the big stuff. The sickening part is that I found stuff that didn't even belong to me, like toddler-size Superman
Underoos ( as opposed to the adult size Underoos that have the Carmen Electra body on them instead of the Wonderwoman body). If you have lost something of value and thought you looked everywhere, you haven't. I highly recommend buying a new house and moving as a sure way of finding it. Well, as a last resort I suppose.... Even Merlin was looking at overturned dog bones from out from under the furniture as if to say "Hey, I was lookin' for that!"
In the driveway, staring into the POD and the haphazard way it was packed (we started out well and with the best intentions of organization only to forego that for the sake of time and a desire to get back into the air
conditioning), it occured to me that there was new stuff there. Brian's stuff. There was my old stuff too but with entirely new memories behind it.
It was unsettling to see it all in that condition. Almost as if something happened to that POD and all our stuff was gone, so would all the memories of the last 3 years. But then I remembered that I could always roll over,
wipe the tail from my cheek, remove the paws from my belly and thrown my arm over my man on the other side of the dog and those memories would always come back. THEY are the stuff that I care about...THEY hold the memories.
Yes, I own an empty house.
But my home is with my family.